But intermission I glimpsed and I clock more
'Cause I'm a derelict of dialect
And they called three friends
[Incomprehensible]
And so on, and so on, and so on
Lesson or loss enforce those in
No Jim hat as my mouth ejaculates
Phonetics on phonograph'll prime your petrol
Asses bounce to a track that is all in
Ill the rhyme-ass trickster or outcast
[Incomprehensible]
You'll get swept like a broom and you'll make room for daddy
And left to show this, to those who typecast
To my crew that's down with the street trends
Oppressed and all vexed and just placed a suggestion
And I called three friends
Foundation, for a nation who's mind is in motion
I press on point, some sweat my jizznoint
Smooth, set-up so slick
They have always opposed greatness
Derelicts watch act three and the encore
Retroactive, my knot scale is tipped off
In ten spot I got stacks of LP wax
So take me to my rest so I guess I'll get wrecked
The flows I knows puts the papers in pockets
But not step for step, 'cause I like to sidestep
Of intellect, I wreck shit with my own sect
I'm droppin' my quarter, I'm placin' my call in
So go on my path and try to follow
Swings of things, observed in my sockets
Play around and you'll fall off the deep end
The ace in the hole, I'm the derelict of dialect
Trust this search and I crush this
Dialect spoken, in sectional lesson
Stereotype the rhymer as a criminal
A spot who got your head frozen
I stays mumble, I speaks jumble
Subliminal I put a noose on the necks
Playin' themselves with the fingers they point
The sinister signs of my rhymes is sex
But I got a girl, so I called up three friends
I speak slow, I carry a fat stick
On the racks but my label is derelict
3rd Bass, but not a bass for slidin'
Step to this, as the derelict reanimates
Couderoy slacks, loops and sales tax
White boy in New York and I can't get a cab G
I heard your hooker she likes to do knee-bends
Defrost the eye and spy on the serpent
As I set to move, all the great masses
Mental need for oppression
Get your kneepads and reapply your chap stick
On act two, he tried to close curtain
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
The less you know, the more you gotta guess on
Spic-n-span I slam, it's balls you lick
Individuals who are never satisfied
Goin' in fluid, who did you just dis
I rip the head off, the derelict stepped off
Ill missions, but doin' us ain't even simple
With the static standards set by the masses
The masses have always been lethargic
